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The decade that was January 4, 2011

Posted by Natasha in Life.
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I’ve seen this floating around, and thought it might be fun
🙂 2000 – I start the year in the city, at Southbank, with millions
of other people, getting up to minor mischief. VCE begins, and I
start doing very well. My 17th birthday becomes a crazy drunken
affair, but very very entertaining. I fall head over heels for a
‘bad boy’ in my year, and we have this intense, but perfectly
platonic relationship. In august, I get sick, first with the flu,
then chicken pox. End up failing chemistry, but do very well in
everything else. 2001 – year 12. Become inaugural music captain.
Attain my queens guide award. Decide to cut back on work after I
turn 18, to ‘focus on my studies’ (really, I just hated the job).
Remember watching Rove one Tuesday night in September on my new TV
in my room, “studying” for a SAC the next morning. News break comes
over, CNN footage shows the second plane hitting the twin towers.
Watched all through the night, and listened on the radio in class,
doing the SAC the next day. Later, Can distinctly remember going to
the Hallam Pub the night before my psych exam, to see Blair from
Big brother. Ended up getting 43 for that subject, topping the
school as well as in Further Maths. Get into Primary Education at
uni of choice. 2002. Started uni. Feel like social pariah for most
of the year, as I have made no new friends, and school friends have
largely done other things. Travel to uni is a complete cow, and I
move in with my grandparents ‘for six months’ until I can find
share accom that doesn’t have piranhas in the bathroom (I am not
making that up). Get my license on my 19th birthday, and my first
car a month later. Do two short stints in very dodgy retail jobs
(borderline sexual harassment and major food contamination neglect
issues) after leaving Safeway. Nearly fail second semester
subjects, but manage to redeem all but one. Start working at Target
in September. 2003. Finally make some friends at uni camp. Find my
rhythm at uni, and start to do well. Can’t have been a very
interesting year! 2004. Doing really well at uni, but convinced I
will be single for rest of life. My 21st birthday, a ‘purple
party’. Have minor car prang, which costs a fortune to rectify.
Have an awesome placement at a secondary college. 2005. Final year
of uni commences, research project starts. Go on a couple of
Internet dates. Still convinced of perpetual singledom. Do an
amazing subject at uni that allows me to do a couple of outdoor Ed
trips, one to the Grampians, one to the Bogong High Plains. Have my
final placement, which is awful, due to major personality clash
with superviser). Almost fail, but amazing person from uni sorts it
out. In September, meet someone who I fall for in a big way, and we
have an intense, but “complicated” relationship (he’s newly
separated from wife of 3 years, heart broken, damaged, I’m
convinced I can fix everything) ‘relationship’ officially lasts
only a month, but continues for much longer. Last couple of months
are ridiculously stressful – I’m trying to manage all this exciting
new boy stuff with all the boring uni stuff, knowing that I’m not
far away from being forcefully ejected into the real world. Finish
uni, job interview in December, which I am appointed to within a
couple of hours. 2006. Start teaching. Hate. Every. Minute. Spend
most of first term screaming at awful children, crying when I come
home. Seriously doubt self to very core of being. Eventually
toughen up and while things don’t necessarily get better, I learn
to manage. Move out of Grandparents house, into pink flat in smelly
building, in scary neighborhood. Finally split with Mr Complicated
himself. Early September, go to friend’s party. Meet someone. Tell
mum on the phone the next day, in whispered tones from another room
that ‘I’ve met someone special’. October, after the second time my
car has been broken into and the cops tell me ‘this is one of the
worst streets in melbourne’ then proceed to point out where all the
crims live (every second house!); that special someone moves in
(and fears for his life every minute!). My contract isn’t renewed,
and I decide to CRT. 2007. Late January, I decide on a whim to put
in an application at a secondary college. Interview day before
Australia day, start the day after. In June, we finally escape from
horrid apartment, and move to gorgeous unit by the beach.
September, get a cat, October, get a puppy. December, get engaged.
2008. Holiday to Sydney, Wedding plans. Awesome work colleagues,
great kids. New car. Broke, but happy. Niece is born. Cluck, cluck,
cluck. 2009. Wedding planning frenzy, the most stressful aspect
being lack of money. Finally the big day arrives, and is perfect in
every way. Amazing Honeymoon. Arrive home glowing with newlywed
happiness, then realise we have to move in with family to be able
to survive, financially. Mr G gets a new job, 200k’s away, the week
after we return. Move in with IL’s. Hard. Work is absolutely awful
– children from hell, no support. July, we attempt our first (and
only) IUI cycle. Fails miserably. Devastated after being so sure it
would work. Have to move out of IL’s for everyones sanity. Move
back in with grandparents. September, tax man is kind, book for
IVF. Which works. December, I miscarry. 2010. First few months
spent in a haze of emotional wreckage. All my friends are having
babies. Literally. Heartbroken. April, our first anniversary, we
spend travelling in Tassie. Slowly, the haze lifts. Work, while
frustrating, is satisfying. May, launch photography business, which
is slow but satisfying. Busy, but finally able to say I’m happy
again. What a decade!

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